Page 8 of Wild Thoughts, Reckless Nights
Here I sat in Kalia’s office, getting bad news, and I was ready to give up.
Ugh. I thought I was a good person. What did I do to deserve this?
“Okay, Jameela, we got the results back from your glucose test, and I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have gestational diabetes. Which is probably why you’re measuring bigger than normal in your twenty-eighth week.”
“How, Sway?” I asked in my best Kanye voice, and full of annoyance. “I barely eat anything, and when I do, I can’t keep anything down. This pregnancy ain’t it.”
“Okay, don’t go stressing yourself out. We knew that your pregnancy could potentially be high risk at your age… this is just one of those things that could be affecting you as an older, expecting mother.”
“Great. Just great.”
“Don’t be discouraged. As of now you and the baby are healthy. We just need to get you a nutritionist and make sure you’re doing everything to combat your elevated sugar levels.”
I stood to gather my things. I was done with this damn appointment. I was going to go home, pour a glass of wine and sniff it, then pour it down the drain. All I wanted was to smell the aroma of alcohol.
Sad. I know, but shit… I had to find pleasure in the little things.
“I got it. I’m going home and going to sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll see you back here in two weeks. I want to keep track of your measurements. I should be back from my parent’s anniversary party by then. If I’m not, I’ll set you up with one of my more than capable colleagues.”
“Got you. I’ll see in two.”
I texted Kennedy to tell her my ass wasn’t coming in tomorrow. I needed a mental health day. And I needed to have somemetime.
That was one of the things that kept me sane… lots and lots of masturbation. And thinking about my mystery baby daddy.
So, after arriving home and sniffing my wine for about ten minutes, I took a shower to relax my body. As the hot water rained down on my body, my fingers massaged and squeezed my nipples, before traveling lower to my waxed mound. As soon as I dipped a finger into my tight center, I moaned out. I thought of the feel of Saeed’s hands on me, the feel of his big dick invading my hole and striking my G-spot to perfection.
I dipped another finger in, hiked my leg up on the shower bench, and sped up the pace of my fingers, moaning out when I moved my fingers in circular motions.
All I could do was moan as the images played over and over in my head like a movie.
They were the best visuals of my amazing night with a stranger. Before I knew it, my leg began to shake, and my ass almost lost my balance as an orgasm wracked my body. Coming down from my haze, I was completely drained, but feeling much better.
Masturbation is definitely my happy place,I thought to myself as I ended my shower. I planned to do that shit again in the morning.
6
Six - Ahmad
My days and nights were running together so much that I found myself sleeping on the sofa in my office.
My eyes were closed, and I was trying to get a quick cat nap in, but as soon as I felt myself drifting, my phone went off.
Damn! I just want an hour. That’s all.
I got up, checked the code on my phone, grabbed my jacket and headed out the door of my office.
I walked into the emergency room and grabbed the tablet from the nurse.
“Diana, what do we have?” I asked, leaning on the nurses’ station.
“Dr. James, we have a woman twenty-nine weeks pregnant and in active labor. We can’t stop it and I’m not sure if the little one can take a natural birth. I think she’ll need an emergency c-section.”
“Thanks, Diana.” Diana was one of the best ER nurses, so I listened to each word carefully as they left her mouth. Most doctors didn’t respect the opinions of their nurses enough. However, I wasn’t one of them.
I walked away while reviewing the chart.
